Meanwhile, late in the afternoon, at the central police station, Paul entered a specialized investigation room. He walked up to a man in a rumpled shirt, messy hair, who was smoking and staring unblinkingly at a computer monitor.
"How's it going, John? The commander asked me to help with the investigation... You haven't gone home since yesterday?" Paul asked.
The man, who was called John, turned to look at Paul standing beside him. His eyes looked weary, his face seemed much older than his age, and there were dark bags under his eyes.
"Oh... it's you, Paul," John replied.
"What are you looking at?" Paul asked, leaning down to look at the monitor.
Paul saw the CCTV footage from when the smoke began to appear in the exhibition room, and shortly after, the gem vanished as the smoke started to clear. John kept replaying the footage repeatedly.
"Hmm... how did he do it," Paul muttered.
"Didn't you deal with the Phantom Cat before? Is that why you were sent here?" John asked.
